37th Sphere

[child_abuser]

[So, guess who's wandering around town half in the bag after finding out that his favorite summoner lost an arm to get back healing magic that can't even regenerate the missing arm in question?  THIS GUY.  Jecht staggers through town with a six pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.  He's already done some pregaming, so by

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[ponypuncher]

[STILL LOITERING AROUND LIKE HE HAS BEEN FOR THE PAST FIVE HOURS-- hey was that glass.]

Eh?

[child_abuser]

The fuck're you lookin' at?

[ponypuncher]

The scenery. And a drunk man, apparently!

[child_abuser]

You got a problem with that?

[tuna_surprise]

[Seychelles is going to stop going for walks if this kind of thing is gonna happen every time. Aw, crap. They were gonna kill him if he kept that up.]

Coach? Stop that! What happened?

[child_abuser]

[Drinking whiskey straight from the bottle as she comes up. He wipes his mouth off with his arm and turns to face her, staggering a little in place.]

"This goddamn post office happened! I'm gonna fuckin' murder these assholes!"

[tuna_surprise]

You have to calm down! If you try to do anything in there they'll just drone you or worse.

[child_abuser]

[Waves the bottle wildly in the direction of the post office entrance, laughing like a maniac.]

"Heh! Let 'em try! I'm gonna go in there, find Garnet's arm, and beat that postman to death with it!"

[perfektsymmetry]

[He just can't deal with you people who resort to violence, seriously.

Aren't you lucky that your student is out keeping an eye on things?]

Coach! W-what are you... stop that before Grady shows up...!

[child_abuser]

"Grady can go to hell! The damn postman, too!"

[Hurls another empty can of beer at the side of the post office.]

[perfektsymmetry]

[Rubs his forehead... today has been such a headache. And Jecht has been drinking? This could get dangerous.]

Coach, please! I don't want you getting droned. I've had enough of that this week. Just... just sit down, please.

[child_abuser]

[Flails wildly.]

"You ain't the boss of me! Who's the damn coach here?!"

[snapshot_brat]

[Clearly approaching angry drunk men Anastasia's spoken to all of once or twice before is an infailable game plan.]

Are you okay? What happened?

[child_abuser]

This damn post office happened!

[snapshot_brat]

Oh.

...Are you drunk?

[child_abuser]

What's it to you?

[rogue_crow]

[Well, this is...interesting. Zevran heard Jecht from some distance away and has come to investigate the noise; he watches the man yell for a few minutes before he speaks up.] I would say that it might be more effective to save the drink and use it to try and light the building on fire, but it hardly worked out well when I tried it. But...does the yelling really accomplish much either?

[child_abuser]

"Light it on fire?"

[Laughs loudly.]

"Now there's an idea!"

[rogue_crow]

Not necessarily a good one. As I said, I failed at it miserably when I tried it; these buildings seem to refuse to burn. And then I was killed, into the bargain, so I would hardly recommend it.

[child_abuser]

Just gotta try harder.